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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.