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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 808 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.