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 Iran and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.