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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.