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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.