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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.