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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.