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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.