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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.