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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.