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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.