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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.