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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
CMW,
EPMD,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.