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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the rock 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir 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 grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.