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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.