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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Can to the grunge 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.