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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Gong,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
cv313,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.