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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.