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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
cv313,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.