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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.