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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.