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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.