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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.