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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 ABC to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All JFA 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 crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.