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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.