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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
June Days,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.