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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
New Order,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.