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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Nas,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.