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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.