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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
CMW,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.