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 Kosovo 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.