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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 H. Thieme to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
The Names,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.