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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
MC5,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
X-101,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.