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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All New Order 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Wings,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.