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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.