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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the disco 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.