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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.