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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Count Five to the crunk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Japan,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.