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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Wire,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.