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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.