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 Paraguay 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.