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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Swans,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.