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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.