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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.