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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Motorama to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.