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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.