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 Japan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.