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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.