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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Swans,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.