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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.