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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.