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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 The Tremeloes to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.