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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.