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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.