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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.