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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.