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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.