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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Technova,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.