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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.