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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.