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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.