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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.