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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Moleskins to the funk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.