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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 sitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.