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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.