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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green 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?
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.