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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf 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?
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.