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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.