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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.