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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.