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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.