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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.