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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.