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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.