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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 rhodes 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.