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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.