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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.