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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Detroit Cobras 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Names,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.