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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.