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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Smiths to the grunge 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.