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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.