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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.