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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.