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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.