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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.