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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.