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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.