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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.