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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
MDC,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.