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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.