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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.