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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.