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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.