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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.