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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 DNA to the punk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.