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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.