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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.