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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.