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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.