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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.