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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 The American Breed to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.