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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
X-102,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.