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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.