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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.