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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.