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 Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag 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?
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.