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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
The Move,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.