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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.