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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Smog,
Whodini,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.