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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.