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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.