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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.