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 Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.