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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.