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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.