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 Netherlands 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.