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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.