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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 New York and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.