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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.