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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Can,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.