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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.