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 Indonesia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.