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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
The Residents,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.