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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
X-101,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.