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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.