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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.