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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.