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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.