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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
UT,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.