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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.