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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Hoover,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.