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 Estonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.