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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.