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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Hoover,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.