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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.