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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.