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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.