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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.