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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.