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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.