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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.