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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.