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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.