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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.