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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.