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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.