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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.