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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.