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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Deakin,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Ludus,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.