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 Tanzania 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.