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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Mars,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.