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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Can,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.