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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 The Skatalites to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.