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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.