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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 guitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.