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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
The Slits,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.