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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Franke,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.