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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Hashim,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.