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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.