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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.