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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.