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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Monks to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.