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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.