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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.