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 India 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Last Poets to the techno 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.