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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.