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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.