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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.