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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
The Index,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.