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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lakeside 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.