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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Television,
Excepter,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.