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 Latvia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.