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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
10cc,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.