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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Pole,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.