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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.