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 Ecuador 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
UT,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Ronan,
June Days,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.