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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.