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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Zapp to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
The Martian,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.