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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Mars,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.