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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.