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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Scientists,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.