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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.