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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
June Days,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.