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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.