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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.