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 Iraq and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Hong Kong and Manila.
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 organ 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Erasure,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.