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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.