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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Visage,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.