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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.