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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.