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 Somalia and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.