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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.