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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.