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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.