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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.