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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.