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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.