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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.