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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.