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 Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.