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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.