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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.