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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Fear,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Organ,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.