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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Can,
Magma,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.