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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.