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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.