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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.