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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.