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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.