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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.