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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Monks 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.