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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.