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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.