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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.