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 Romania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.