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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.