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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Can,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.