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 Croatia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 guitar 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.