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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin 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 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.