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 Andorra 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Sparks,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.