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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.