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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.