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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.