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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.