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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.