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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Index,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.