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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Rakim to the jazz 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.