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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.