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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.