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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.