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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
UT,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.