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 Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.