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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Television,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.