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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.