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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.