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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.