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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.