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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Index,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.