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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 CMW 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Yaz,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.