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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Magma,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.