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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.