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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.