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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.