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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.