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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the funk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.