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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Busters to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
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.