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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.