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 Rwanda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Q65,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.