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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 D'Angelo to the rock 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.