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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.