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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.