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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.