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 Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.