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 Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Swans,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.