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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.