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 Greece 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.