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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Selecter to the grunge 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.