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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.