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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.