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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Section 25,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.