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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
AZ,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.