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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.