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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.