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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.