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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.