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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
DNA,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.