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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.