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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.