Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.