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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.