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 Palau and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Slave,
The Seeds,
The Move,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Mars,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.