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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
CMW,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.