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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.