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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man 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.