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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.