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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Cramps to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.