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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.