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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
CMW,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.