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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
The Remains,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.