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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.