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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.