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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
PIL,
World's Most,
Franke,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.