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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Scientists,
PIL,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
New Order,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.