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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
MC5,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.