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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.