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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.