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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.