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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.