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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.