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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.