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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.