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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Scan 7 to the techno 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke 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?
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.