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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Index,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.