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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.