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 Russia and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.