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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Q65,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.