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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
cv313,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.