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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.