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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
June Days,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.