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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.