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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.