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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.