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 Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.