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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Skarface,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.