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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
10cc,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Japan,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.