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 Grenada 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.