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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.