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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Faust,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.