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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.