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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.