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 Barbados and from New York.
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 Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.