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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.