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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
The Names,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.