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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
The Residents,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.