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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.