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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.