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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
MDC,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.