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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Wings,
Babytalk,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.