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 Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.