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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Trojans to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Nico,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.