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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.