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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Index,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.