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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.