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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.