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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.