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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ten City to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.