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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Parry Music to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.