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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.