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 France and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.