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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 marimba 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.