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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Can,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.