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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.