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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.