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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.