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 Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.