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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.