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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.