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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.