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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.