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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Wings,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.