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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Skriet,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.