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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.