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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.