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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.