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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.