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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Blackbyrds to the techno 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Wings,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.