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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.