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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.