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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.