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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.