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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.