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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 guitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.