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 Egypt and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.