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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Iggy Pop to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.