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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.