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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Pagans,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.