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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.