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 Barbados 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.