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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.