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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
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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.