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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.