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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.