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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Television,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.