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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.