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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Oneida 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
The Names,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.