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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.