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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Fear,
Erasure,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.