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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.