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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.