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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.