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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.