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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.