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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.