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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.