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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.