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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.