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 Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.