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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.