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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.