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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.