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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Motions,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.