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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.