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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.