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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 Donald Fagen 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 disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.