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 Iceland 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.