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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Model 500,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Pole,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.