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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.