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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.