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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Liliput to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Franke,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Nico,
ABBA,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.