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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.