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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 K-Klass 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.