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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.