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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.