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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.