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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.