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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.