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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.