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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Visage,
Can,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.