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 Marshall Islands 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
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.