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 Mexico 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.