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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Kayak to the funk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.