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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.