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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.