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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.