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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.