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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.