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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.