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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.