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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.