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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.