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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Can,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.