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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
CMW,
June Days,
10cc,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.