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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.