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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.