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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.