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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.