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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 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 Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.