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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.