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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.