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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.