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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.