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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 The Monks 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
cv313,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.