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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.