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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.