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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.