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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 clarinet 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.