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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.