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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.