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 Philippines and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.