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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Niagra,
June Days,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.