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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.