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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.