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 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.