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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.