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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.