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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.