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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.