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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.