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 Spain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.