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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
The Monks,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.