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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.