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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Index,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.