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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.