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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.