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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.