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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.