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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Marc Almond 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
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.