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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Monks,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.