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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.