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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.