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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.