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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.