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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.