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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Cure to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.