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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.