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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
UT,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.