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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.