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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.