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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Pylon,
the Association,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Pole,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.