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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.