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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.