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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.