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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.