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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.