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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 marimba 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.