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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 chamberlin 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.