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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.