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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.