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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
MDC,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.