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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 the Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Magma,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.