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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.