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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
The Associates,
the Slits,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.