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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 E-Dancer to the dance 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Wire,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.