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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple 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?
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.