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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.