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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.