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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.