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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Television,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
The Names,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.