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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.