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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.