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 Kuwait 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers 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 funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.