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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Remains to the grime 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
cv313,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.