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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.