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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.