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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.