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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the dance 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.