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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.