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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.