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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Ultravox 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.