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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake 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?
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.