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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Smog,
The Index,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.