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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.