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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.