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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.