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 India and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.