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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.