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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.