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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.