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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the dance 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.