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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.