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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.