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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.