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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.