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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.