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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.