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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.