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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.