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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.