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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.