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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.