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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.