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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.